We follow roads that wind like twine through country side,
the poor and the fine
We rode in cars packed to the brim with books and friends, eager as kids
Seeking peace and silent sound
but the road could not be found
Three times drove past and turned around
Home sweet home, our cabin in the pines
Couch rearranged, the stories spilled,
unguarded mouths as life filled the house
Drip, drip, drip, goes shower, sink, keeping time on metal beneath
Seeking peace and silent sound
Hours of heaviness profound
Moon, soft moon, your mist, sweet perfume
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